Another chapter. Yay. Sorry for the slow update. But I will be better about this in the future. Or try to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or Warehouse 13.


Sam didn't think it would be this bad.

Every person in Sioux Falls seemed like they wouldn't even look up if they screamed for help. Or if they were on fire. They just either completely ignored them, or glared at them with full blown out hatred radiating from their eyes. They even sneered just seeing Dean's car, like it personally offended them.

"They hate us." Sam whispered to Dean as they waited in the line of the Sioux Falls post office.

"Yep." Dean replied, popping the "p".

"Why?"

"Tell ya later."

"Next." the person behind the counter called out.

"That's us man." Dean said walking up to the counter.

They exchanged information with they guy that called out. When he left, Sam looked at Dean who was slapping a rhythm out on the counter with his hands.

"Why is it I get the feeling your more excited about this then I am?" Sam asked with a teasing smile.

"Families send food in things like this right? Care packages? That's what were in other Agent's stuff. Food and stuff. Most mother's make the best shit. How's your mother's cooking?" Dean asked, getting excited and smiling hugely.

"She made the best pie." Sam replied. "And roast chicken."

"Shit. Sorry, man." Dean said, catching on the "made".

Sam shook his head. "It was years ago. It's fine. Her family took me in afterwards. This is probably from them."

It was silent for a couple of seconds as the guy came with two huge packages.

"There's two more in the back." he said as he placed them down.

They raised their eyebrows at each other and rock, paper, scissored for who had to wait for the second pair of packages, with the other town residents glaring holes into them.

"Damnit." Dean mutters after picking scissors. He has to stay in the post office with people plotting his death.

Sam smirks and grabs the keys from Dean's hands, grabs the packages, and head out the door.

After a few minutes, Dean comes out with the two other packages and a couple of yellow envelopes.

Everything's in the trunk and backseats as Dean, who snatched the keys from Sam as soon as he put the things down.

"So why does everyone in town hate us?" Sam asked once they were on the road again.

"It's the cover story for the Warehouse, that's built in the middle of nowhere against a mountain side. An IRS building. Where papers sit and are filed." Dean explained.

"Oh, God. I kinda hate us now." Sam joked, Dean joined him and chuckled. "So do you get them too?"

"Hm?"

"Care packages? You said Agents usually get them. Any family member's trying to check up on you?"

"Nah. Only family was my dad. He disappeared on a case. Finished his mission and fell off the grid." Dean explained.

"Your dad was an agent?" Sam asked. His body was facing him fully now, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

They have yet to talk about their families and their past.

"Yeah. Was in the Army, then FBI, then Warehouse Agent." Dean explained, smiling. It was obvious he was proud of his dad.

"Wow. What about your mom?"

"She was a higher up in the Warehouse. Called a Regent. She came from a legacy in the Warehouse ways. Even the members that weren't chosen still picked professions that could help the Agents." Dean explained. "They are pretty into their ways."

"So they all know about the Warehouse?" Sam asked.

"Not really. They know they should be in high profile jobs and give leave to other family member's. When thy come into and ask questions that don't really make sense." Dean explained.

"Why don't they know?"

"It's a rule of the Warehouse. Agent's can only tell one person about the Warehouse." Dean said, shrugging his shoulders.

Sam nodded in understanding. "So, being an Agent is in your blood?"

Dean shrugged. "You could say that I guess. But just cause of the family doesn't guarantee you being an Agent. Mrs. Harvelle chooses the people, and after the Regent's agree and they psycho-analyze the people, then they can call themselves an Agent."

"That's nice to know, I guess." Sam said. "Well, at least you and the others are close."

"Yeah. Bobby's a great uncle. And Jo's a pain in the ass, but she's a good sister." Dean said, smiling. "Even Mrs. Harvelle is nice, when she ain't being all mysterious and riddle like." He explained.

"And it means less trips into a town where people look like they want to egg your car."

"They wouldn't dare." Dean said in a serious tone and an evil look in his eyes. It caused Sam to chuckle.

They finished the drive in silence.


Yay! Family talk! Past explanations for Dean, past for Sam in next chapter.

Please read and review. Please?